“How are you feeling, Courtney?”
Eff you Facebook…
[in a whiny mocking voice]
What is with sex obsession?
It really is.
I know I said penis jokes were funny earlier, but since then I have a newfound disgust for most things sexual…
"But there are forces that don’t let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don’t own."
Salvador Plascencia (The People of Paper)
I don’t feel like sleeping.
I found out some interesting news
He misses me
She called him ugly
Brings back his insecurity
I should be working on my research paper…
wow… I’ve used this title already….talk about recurring themes…
I still don’t feel like sleeping
So I’m writing nonsense because though I’m starting to get sleepy,
I don’t want to actually fall asleep
I’m not sure why.
I’ll never forget that one time…
but I’m going to tell you about my morning instead.
This morning, I woke up at 8 o’clock to my alarm. I promptly decided that I didn’t absolutely have to get up yet and went back to sleep. I awoke at 9 o’clock to my backup alarm (it’s quite handy) and decided that I would attempt to be productive. After deciding which courses I will take next semester I began to ponder a question which has recently begun to bother me. What do I want to be when I “grow up.” This question had been previously answered (Museum Curator) and I am currently pursuing a BA in History. But this morning, I decided to rethink my chosen career path. What if I just want to own a little bookstore/cafe’ and sit behind the counter all day reading or doing art in the midst of scholarly customers? Should I switch to an Art major?
I took a shower.
The simple act of taking a shower isn’t the point. The point is the symbolism of the shower. Or at least that’s what my English teacher would say (thank you, Mr. Surridge, for never allowing me to see anything without symbolism ever again…). This time, though, he’s right. Kinda. You see, showers are my thinking time. I use them as an opportunity for extensive brain research. SO…. today I researched my career.
Then I called my mom.
She asked what I was doing and I told her I had just gotten out of the shower. I guess she hasn’t taken an English class in a while because she responded with, “you called me just because you thought I should know you just took a shower?” Maybe I give her less credit than I should, she was joking, after all… I think…
Anyway, I explained to her that I was rethinking my career and we talked for about an hour. She told me to take it a semester at a time so I don’t get overwhelmed by trying to plan out my entire life at once (which is how I usually go about things..) and that some things can wait.
After she hung up (I have a policy of never hanging up first on my mother) I went to get food. Food has a loose definition here, as you know I hadn’t eaten yet (or I would have included it of course) and I ate a granola bar. Not really very filling.
Then I came to the library where I’ve been ever since, kinda sorta working on my research paper.
Now, I’m leaving this lovely library in lieu of working on my research paper and will be heading to the caf for an actual meal with my bestest friend in the whole world :)
Sydney texted me during prayer and we were laughing so hard we could barely contain it.